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    This document contains excerpts and analysis from Ray Bradbury's short story "The Pedestrian". The excerpts describe a man named Mr. Mead taking a late night walk and noticing that the streets and houses are empty and quiet, with only flickers of light visible from televisions in windows. Mr. Mead becomes entranced by one house lit up by the television and stands motionless in front of it before stumbling away. The analysis notes themes of isolation and how technology has changed society.

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    This document contains excerpts and analysis from Ray Bradbury's short story "The Pedestrian". The excerpts describe a man named Mr. Mead taking a late night walk and noticing that the streets and houses are empty and quiet, with only flickers of light visible from televisions in windows. Mr. Mead becomes entranced by one house lit up by the television and stands motionless in front of it before stumbling away. The analysis notes themes of isolation and how technology has changed society.

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    The Pedestrian

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    This document contains excerpts and analysis from Ray Bradbury's short story "The Pedestrian". The excerpts describe a man named Mr. Mead taking a late night walk and noticing that the streets and houses are empty and quiet, with only flickers of light visible from televisions in windows. Mr. Mead becomes entranced by one house lit up by the television and stands motionless in front of it before stumbling away. The analysis notes themes of isolation and how technology has changed society.

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    pedestrian-by-ray-bradbury</a><p> <span style="background: #FFDE70">it was not
    unequal to walking through a graveyard</span> <p><i>Quiet, eerie, no
    activity.</i></p></p><p> <span style="background: #FFDE70">the faintest glimmers of
    firefly light appeared in flickers behind the windows.</span> <p><i>The TV light
    changes to dimness to brightness.</i></p></p><p> <span style="background:
    #FFDE70">Sudden gray phantoms seemed to manifest upon inner room walls</span>
    <p><i>The TV light casts shadows on the walls.</i></p></p><p> <span
    style="background: #FFDE70">The tombs, ill-lit by television light,</span>
    <p><i>The tomb lights up from televison</i></p></p><p> <span style="background:
    #FFDE70">a great insect rustling</span> <p><i> </i></p></p><p> <span
    style="background: #FFDE70">as the scarab beetles, a faint incense puttering from
    their exhausts,</span> </p><p> <span style="background: #FFDE70">The car moved down
    the empty river-bed streets and off away</span> </p><p> <span style="background:
    #FFCAD7">patterns of frosty air before him like the smoke of a cigar.</span>
    <p><i>The frosty air swirled around then disapperaed</i></p></p><p> <span
    style="background: #FFCAD7">tomb-like building</span> <p><i>The house is quiet with
    no activity</i></p></p><p> <span style="background: #FFCAD7">good crystal frost in
    the air; it cut the nose and made the lungs blaze like a Christmas tree
    inside</span> <p><i>the crystal energized Mr. Mead</i></p></p><p> <span
    style="background: #FFCAD7">his shadow moving like the shadow of a hawk in
    midcountry.</span> <p><i>Mr. Mead is observant and has freedom to
    walk.</i></p></p><p> <span style="background: #FFCAD7">highways, too, were like
    streams in a dry season</span> <p><i>Highways don't have life in it</i></p></p><p>
    <span style="background: #FFCAD7">He stood entranced, not unlike a night
    moth</span> <p><i>Mr. Mead was attracted to the light.</i></p></p><p> <span
    style="background: #FFCAD7">The light held him fixed, like a museum specimen</span>
    <p><i>The light made him stand motionless like a statue</i></p></p><p> <span
    style="background: #FFCAD7">tomblike houses</span> <p><i>The houses where quiet and
    sketchy</i></p></p><p> <span style="background: #FFCAD7">the people sat like the
    dead</span> <p><i>The people sat motionless&nbsp;</i></p></p><p> <span
    style="background: #FFCAD7">He walked like a man suddenly drunk</span> <p><i>He
    stumbled to the car</i></p></p></body>

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